"How about your jewels?"

"I have but few and they were elsewhere."

The detective examined the room carefully, its approaches, and the
hall-ways without. He paused knowingly at a window that overlooked the
flat top of a porch.

"Do you ever leave this window open?"

"It is almost always so."

"Is this porch on the front of the house?"

"No, on the side."

"What else is out that way?"

Frank and Maurice looked at each other. The younger man hesitated and
put his hand to his head. Maurice answered grimly, "My butler's cottage
is on that side and a little way back."

"Uh huh! and your butler is, I believe, the Hamilton whom the young
gentleman mentioned some time ago."

"Yes."

Frank's face was really very white now. The detective nodded again.